*Author's note: Same as last chapter- sorry for any incorrect translations and all that jazz. Please read and review :)!
The rest of the morning and afternoon dragged on until it was finally time to head over to Mr. Ludwig's house. You made sure your outfit wasn't too provacative for the occasion deciding to go with a nice, but low cut (f/c) t-shirt and your favorite pair of jeans. You quickly rechecked your hair, outfit, and made sure you had your paper and the directions with you; you grabbed your purse, that didn't quite go with the outfit, and headed out the door. You only got turned around a little, thanks to the stupid map quest directions.
Slowly pulling up to his house you are taken aback by its beauty. The yard has neatly arranged landscaping and you could already smell the sweet aroma from all of the many flowers. The house itself was huge, having large bay windows overlooking the street. There were many large picture windows on the second story as well. You could see faint light coming from the windows on the main level of the house. Not wanting to look like a creeper, you turned your car off, gathered your things and walked up the path to the door. You ring the bell and you hear his voice on the other side as he opens the door. Standing in front of you is Ludwig wearing a white apron with cute little tomatoes all over it over a dark brown t-shirt tucked into dark blue blue jeans.
~~~*Reader's PoV*~~~
I was pleasently surprised to see him dressed so casually, I was sure he wore a suit even when he was at home by himself. Seeing him not only in a t-shirt and jeans, but that cute apron was enough to make me smile. "Hallo," he said noticing your smile and that you were staring at his outfit. He looked down realizing he had left the apron on, his face turned almost as red as the tomatoes. "This was a gift from my good friend, Feliciano," he said. I try to stifle a giggle, but it came out anyway when I said, "It looks cute on you." Now his face was as red as the tomatoes! He showed me into his home and a mixture of spicy and sweet smells hit my nose almost immediately. My stomach groaned a little reminding me that I had been too nervous and preoccupied to eat today. It didn't look like he noticed my stomach growling and I was thankful for that. The inside of the house was even more beautiful than the outside. Everything was so neat and tidy, it made my tiny apartment look like a disaster site. He guided me to a comfortable looking living room that had two large couches facing each other with an over sized coffee table between them. There was a huge firplace with a large painting hanging over it on the left and on the other wall stood floor to ceiling book shelves. The shelves were packed with hundreds of books and I wished that I had the time to read every single one of them. He turned to me and said, "Make yourself at home, I have things to tend to in the kitchen."
I nod my head absently in his direction, my mind more focused on the shelves full of books. Once he was out of the room I briskly walked over and started looking from shelf to shelf reading the titles on the spines. There was a mixture of history, fiction and reference books in the first bookcase. I glaced at the next one and I noticed some older books on the middle shelves. They looked like young children's novels from what I could tell by the front covers. "These have to be hundreds of years old, but they look almost new," I thought to myself. Looking around more I can tell he takes really good care of things and, judging by the books, even more so when they are important to him.
~~~*2nd Person/Ludwig's PoV*~~~
You were so enthralled with the books you didn't hear him come back into the room. "Ahem, (y/n), I made dinner if you would like to eat with me," he said from directly behind you. Giving a start you turned around and not wanting to sound too eager say, "Oh, um yeah, danke (thanks)." You both walk into the kitchen and he pulls out a chair for you. You blush slightly as you take your seat and he scoots you in. "It's nothing fancy, just some of my favorite foods," he says, sounding a little nervous as he takes his own seat. To take some of the awkwardness out of the air you make small conversation with him practicing the German you know. You learn that he has an older brother named Gilbert and that some of the books in the other room were once his. After you finished your meals you helped him clean up the mess. You noticed two sets of identical food and water dishes on the floor. You asked him if he had pets or if he was watching someone else's for them. He said that he has two dogs, but since he didn't know if you liked dogs he asked Gilbert to dog sit for the night. You told him that you loved dogs, but unfortunately your apartment doesn't allow them so you have a cat instead. He motions for you to head back to the living room, "We can have dessert, if you would like, after you are done with your presentation." You follow him into the other room where he sits casually, with his feet crossed up on the table and his arms resting on the back of the couch. You pick up your paper off the corner of the table where you had left it and stand facing him preparing to read. I quietly cleared my throat and began; it was hard to keep eye contact so I mostly just stared at the wall above his head occassionaly taking a glance at his face judging by his expression if I was doing okay or not.
~~~*Ludwig's PoV*~~~
I was doing my best to keep my face expressionless as possible, I didn't to give away any indication of how she was doing. Even though this was (y/n) first German class she spoke every word almost flawlessly with only a few slip ups. As I sat there listening to (y/n) I wondered what possessed (y/n) to wear an outfit like that to my house. I could practically see down her shirt when she bent over to pick up her paper and those jeans were barely leaving anything to the imagination. I struggled to remain focused and eventually I lost the fight and I was lost in a sea of perverse thoughts.
~~~*Reader's PoV*~~~
I was only half way through when I looked up and noticed something off about Ludwig's face, he seemed to be off in some other world. "UGH!," I thought, "I am NOT going to do this all night long." I tried to get his attention by calling his name a few times to no avail. In a huff I flicked my paper towards the table and stomped over to him and gave him a shake. As I shoke him lightly I half shouted, "Ludwig!," into his face. He blinked in surprise because 1) he had drifted off again and 2) I was standing so close to him. So close in fact I happened to look down and see the large bulge in his pants. I tried to stand up and give him some space, but before I could he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer into a hard, rough kiss. He broke the kiss almost as soon as it started, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" he began. I didn't want want his apology, I wanted to taste his sweet lips again. I pulled away long enough to tell him that it was okay. As our tongues collided and danced together like old lovers, the low fire that burned in me suddenly grew into a roaring flame.
Sliding my hands down his body to his belt I whispered in his ear, "Darf ich?" (May I) in my best 'please daddy' voice. I could barely make out his response, "J-ja." (Y-yes) his voice was so low and rough, full of wanting. I slowly undid his belt while I playfully nibbled on his earlobe and as I moved to better unbutton his pants I heard a tiny moan escape his lips in anticipation. Kneeling down on the floor in front of him I unzipped his pants and slid one hand up under his shirt untucking it from his pants while my other hand worked to free him from his black, silk boxers. With my left hand still under his shirt I rubbed and pinched his harden nipples while I teased his lower half with my tongue making his already firm member even harder. "Bitte," (Please) he half moan whispered unable to take much more of my torment. I ran my tongue down the full length of his shaft before coming back up and putting him in my mouth. As much as I wanted I couldn't fit all of him in my mouth, I wrapped one hand firmly around him. Pleasuring him was turning me on as well and I started to go faster. I felt his fingers run through my (h/l) (h/c) hair and clutch a handful. It hurt a little, but I didn't mind a little pain with the pleasure. I could hear him breathing heavy in between moans and pleas for me not to stop. He was bucking his hips in rhythm, "Mein Gott (y/n), I'm...going...to..cum," he exclaimed as he arched his back off the couch. Having no choice, since his fingers were still tangled in my hair, I quenched my thirst for him with his sweet, bitter necter. He let his back sag back into the couch and unwrapped his fingers from my hair. I slowly sat back and I got a nice view of his relaxed, satisfied face. I smirked as I said, "Were you paying attention that time or do I have to do it again?" He blushed a little saying, "I don't think I should answer that." I chuckled to myself as I got up and went to the kitchen to get a drink.
~~~*2nd Person PoV*~~~
Opening the fridge you find an assortment of beer and the normal fridge things along with more wurst. You noticed on the bottom shelf serveral cold bottles of water, you grab one and drink about half before closing the fridge. The next instant you feel strong arms embrace you, turning you around to face him. He brings his lips down to meet yours. After placing a small kiss upon your lips he leans close to your ear and whispers, "I need to tell you something." Ludwig takes a hold of your free hand and leads you back into the living room. You were wondering what all this was about all of a sudden, he seemed so placid a few seconds ago. Maybe he was going to tell you that he changed his mind and what just happened was a mistake. Maybe he was going to say that it was a mistake on his part because he already is involved with someone or worse maybe he's engaged or married. Feeling a little regret about what had just happened you felt like you just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. He gestures for you to sit on the couch and he takes a seat across from you on the edge of the table. Seeing that you are clearly upset about this he hurries to say, "I really like you, I was hoping to not rush into things, but that can't be helped now. I found myself liking you from the first day I saw you outside of my class listening to music and singing along. My feelings for you only grew stronger as I got to know you more from watching how you treated other people and your own hard work. You are a wonderful, intelligent, kind person (y/n) and I think I can safely say, ich liebe dich (I love you)." Tears of joy slowly slid down your face and not understanding your reaction Ludwig wrapped his arms around you. You hugged him back fiercely and said, "ich liebe dich auch, Ludwig (I love you too)." "Its okay with me if you want to take things slower from here on out I want to get to know you better."
You spent the next couple of hours talking and cuddling on the couch. You snuck a quick glance at your watch and realized how late it had become. You say you wished you could stay, but you really had to leave. Not only did you need to take care of your poor neglected cat, but you were sure your nosy neighbor would be worried about where you were. He looked disappoionted, but he removed his arms from around my waist and you stood up. The warmth of him slowly vanished as you gathered your things and he walked you to the door. You each said your goodbyes and he asked if he could see you again tomorrow. Regretfully you had to tell him that you had already made plans to help a friend. Kissing him on the cheek you said that you could come over after you were done since you never got the chance to eat that dessert he promised you could have. Ludwig gave you a soft kiss on the lips and said he could hardly wait.
~~~*Reader's PoV*~~~
As I drove home all I could think about was tomorrow and hoping I could get done helping (f/n) ASAP so I could see Ludwig again. I thought about all the mischief we could get up to when I remembered...
~~~*Flashback to Earlier*~~~
"It's okay with me if you want to take things slower... I want to get to know you as well."
~~~*End of Flashback*~~~
Pounding my fist on the steering wheel, I yell into the empty car, "Why did I have to tell him that?!" "Its true that I want to get to know him, but I want to know his body as well." I drove the rest of the way home in silent irritation, feeling all at once totally exhausted. I must have been on auto pilot because before I knew it I was pulling into my parking space. Making the climb up the stairs and down the hall took the last of my energy. Once inside, the door closed and locked behind me, I took off my (f/c) top and (f/c), (f/t) jeans. Rolling my eyes at my own forgetfullness I bent down to take off my boots. Once they were so carefully flipped across the room I slid my pants the rest of the way off. Where could (cat's name) be, (he/she) is usually right here to great me when I come home. Just as I thought that I felt warm, soft fur brush against my leg. Quickly giving (c/n) a pat, I checked to see if (he/she) had enough food and water before turning out the lights and heading to bed. The last thoughts before I drifted off to sleep were of giving my "oral" presentation and how I was now "dating?" my professor.